Oklahoma!

Day 3.  Went to sleep somewhere in Texas.  They tell me we're in Oklahoma now.  It must be true, I saw a tree.  And a tumbleweed.  People are playing strange games with strange symbols I can't decipher.  My one remaining reference to reality is the Beatles playing on the speakers.

I think I'm navigating next.  The directions say to go straight for 8 hours, then turn left.  And go 6 more.  This country is big.

Crossing into Texas

Ma chérie,

The trip has been long and hard. Supplies are dwindling. My heart aches to be reunited with your sweet smile. This morning -- so that my fellow soldiers could shower and wash dishes -- I dumped our grey water. It was an easy task, but I still dread the day we need to dump the black water. It sends shivers down my
spine.

This morning, with a glass of 18 year old Glenfidditch in my hand, we crossed into enemy territory. The heart of meat in America: Texas. The battle is joined. I have but scarce moments to write this missive before a barbarian horde of ranchers descend on me -- aiming to beat me senseless for the T-shirt I wear: "I'm vegan and I heart you.". It has a picture of an elephant, but I fear this will not cool their angry hearts.

Wish me luck. I miss you dearly.




P.S. attached is a picture of our encampment from last night. Santa Rosa, New Mexico.

East to Google, Kansas!

10 am, and we're rolling out from an RV campground in Santa Rosa, New Mexico. We arrived last night with our bellies full of beer and enchiladas, expanded the RVs and settled in for the evening. Neal, Bill, Doug and Issao slept outside which gave us plenty of room in the RVs for a comfortable evening.

Jinnah and Neal rousted folks out of bed at 8:30 AM and got things going. We drew straws to figure out who would be swapping into which RV, dumped some tanks, filled up some other tanks, lost some people, found them again, ate some breakfast, divvied up the wifi equipment, backed over some stuff we shouldn't have backed over, then put the hammer down on I-40 East.

Google, KS here we come!

Sadies of New Mexico

Around 6:30 p.m., we were getting hungry. This led to the inevitable inter-RV phone call. Where to go? I called a friend (Breanne) in San Francisco. Annie got a reply on a random appeal on twitter. The answer is the same: Sadies. So, here we are -- enjoying a huge feast of Mexican food in Albuquerque, New Mexico. This was soon followed by an empassioned debate over where (or whether) to sleep.

Things I am looking forward to

A hot shower
A stationary bed
An 8 hour sleep
Being to able to talk (I lost my voice)
Stars

GWS is Cutting Edge?

Or at least, GWS is living on the edge. We walked down to a protrusion that hangs out over the canyon. As one somewhat concerned (peeved?) middle-aged woman said in passing: "Our tax dollars are going to have to rescue them." She apparently had little faith in our 1337 r0x scr@m6l1ng sk1llz. I guess we showed her.

Inside the beast